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Shawn began to lose consciousness as he saw Jon's worried face over him.

Chapter 7 – Mr. Feeny might want to know.

Both POV's.

Shawn awoke to his name being called. "Shawn can you hear me, Shawn! Shawn please just answer me…. Please." Jon was off to the side, seemingly in another room, he was in a hospital bed. He looked over at Jonathan, there were tears in his eyes, looked like he'd been distraught and crying for sometime. He didn't think anyone would miss him, I guess Jon did. "God Hunter, why would you do something like this? I thought you'd want to try to make it through this thing"… "Shawn. Shawn are even listening? Shawn… Shawn… Shawn, Hey Hunter!" that was Cory's voice… Shawn woke with a started surprise. It was a dream? Was all of it a dream? He was beyond confused. What had happened since he'd been there? What hadn't happened? He voiced his questions as Turner led him out into the hall. "You do have the cancer Shawn, the fatigue will be normal for awhile, but it's also a sign that you're getting worse, your body is fighting this however."

"What about my dad? Does he know? Did I… I dreamed I'd tried to kill myself… what actually happened on that ski trip, Jon?"

"Hunter are you serious? You were there… But I should tell you, you never tried to take your own life. We drove home and that was the end of it. But if you are ever afraid, or you're out of hope, come to me, we'll talk. We will talk. I don't want to lose you Shawn."

Shawn broke down right there in the hall, he didn't want to die by his own hand, he wanted to apologize to Jonathan for ever saying that he did. But for some he just couldn't find the words at that point.

Jon walked Shawn to the nurse, told him he'd be back later. Jon then went to meet Mr. Feeny for lunch. "Hey George, how's your day been?"

"Fine Jonathan, but I should inquiring that of you. You've been quiet over the past few weeks, might I inquire what's wrong?"

"I don't know if he would want me to tell you."

"Well, would such information be private? Unless this information if going untold, affects his life in a way which may endanger said person, perhaps you should tell me. If this concerns a certain student we know who is in your charge, I've been noticing troubling signs about him. But then again, if Shawn felt the need to keep this a secret from me, then I have not pried. So long as I know you about this, I won't ask more of you, but should something happen to Shawn, it may benefit you both to let me know ahead of time." Mr. Feeny said gently and sagely.

Just like George…Jon thought as he pondered these words. Shawn wouldn't want people to know, but there were circumstances which may arise that Mr. Feeny especially should be aware of, he also lived near Shawn's friend Cory's house, so he'd be available when Shawn went over there. Shawn may even have a mentor in Mr. Feeny.

"George, I spoke with Shawn before Christmas break, I could tell there was something off with his grades. I still can't forget the moment he looked at me, he hadn't been sleeping, he was so pale, I knew something was wrong. The reasons I never noticed it before, was that he hadn't spoken, nor did he look at me for long when he was around. He was never around privately to even hold a long conversation with him. Obviously I knew he was avoiding me, but I never thought it would be this George. He knew, he knew about this thing and didn't bother telling me because he felt unwanted. He has Leukemia George. I nearly collapsed when he told me, he hides it so well you wouldn't have known."

George gasped at these words, his eyes widened, he tried to offer what comfort he could, as Jon was so distraught, but he wasn't taking the news much better himself. He almost wished Jon had kept this from him, but he had to know, if anything happened and Jon wasn't around, he would need to at least one person who could get the medical help to him quickly. He then asked one of the hardest questions he ever had to ask. "How long, Jonathan? How well has he been fighting this?" George almost couldn't even say it, he felt like he would break any minute.

"The doctors didn't give Shawn one, but they spoke to me out of the room. They didn't even give him a year. Barely a year if that was one projection. They told him to just keep fighting it, keep smiling, gives him hope, that he may live. But the way he looked, I don't even know if he'll make it to next Christmas…" Jon whispered so softly George had to strain to hear him. It was so loud being lunchtime in the Cafeteria, he could barely hear Turner as he gave him Shawn diagnosis. It was a sad affair when they got up from the table, the two being rather shaken, Jon by admitting Shawn may be gone in a year, and George just in shock from the information. He offered Jon to sit for some tea before class, and they both walked to teacher's lounge for privacy as they collected themselves for their next class. "What are going to do for him?" George asked Jonathan as they sat down again.

"I'll just be there. He needs someone to keep the hope alive for him. He's told me when we went skiing in Colorado that he's always wanted to see the Rose Windows in Notre Dame Cathedral. I'm going to make sure that happens for him, no matter what I will get him there this summer, or maybe closer to Spring Break.

He told me something else during that trip. I don't know if he'd want me to tell you, but I'm letting you know anyway. He told me he wanted to kill himself. I can't believe this, not only he have this situation to battle with, I've got to protect him from himself. He ran off after I'd said that I thought of him as my own son. He later admitted that at this he felt betrayed, I honestly thought he'd end up trying to do something rash at that moment. When I couldn't find him, I panicked. I looked everywhere but in the car itself. Shawn had hid down in the floor boards, then got up and started playing this song he'd written, he needed some sort of comfort then, I guess. I just thank the Lord he stayed away from the knife that time, but what about next time George? How am I to protect him if I screw up again? He's on the edge of death right and I can't even do anything right by him."

"All I can tell you Mr. Turner, is to keep him safe, just keep things real. What will help him is normalcy, and love. What that young man needs right now is love. He may have this with Angela, make sure the two of them stay together. She could be the key to his ultimate survival, she breaks up with him again, Shawn may not make it through this. Shawn will need her in the coming months more than ever."